Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing One Last Wish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.